Fearing The PastA Poem by ~a.wall~I was talking to my Dad and this popped into my head. Let me know what you think.Lights hang off the house while people sit inside Smiling and happy while I run and hide
the blade swings wildly as their screams fill my ears the beg for me to stop but all I hear is fear
Eternity wears my mind as I start to move forward Then I look back and a tear escapes the horde
But I ran away from my past and hope she doesn't cry I'm hoping that we last She just asks me why.
Could you see my pain? Did you know I was dead? She brought me back to life and said I should lay in bed. © 2013 ~a.wall~ |
StatsAuthor~a.wall~Dinwiddie, VAAboutI am Austin Wall. I'm about to turn eighteen years old. I have been writing for the last year and a half, almost two years. I want to be one of the greatest poets in history. I want to be a writer peo.. more..Writing
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